cuts with meanings all down my arms,
i know it seems foolish,
i know it seems dumb.
cuts with meanings all down my arms.
you look at me and ask me why,
why i cut myself so.
i try to explain,
but you dont undrestand.
cuts with meanings all down my arms.
you sit there and count all of my scars,
and ask to hear the stories about them.
you tell me that one day i will go to far.
you tell me that you can help me stop,
cuts with meanings all down my arms.
the only way for me to forget,
is to continue this mascarade,
cuts with meanings all down my arms! ! ! !
i liked the idea of the poem and can completely relate to self-harm, but i must ask, if you do self-harm, how many cuts have the same meaning?
they all have meanings everysingle one of them it is alll the pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brandi, gret job. i know exactly what you mean......its very hard to tell people why i do it, and they say they can help, but they can't. i don't think anyway. i don't know, but yeah gret job! ! ! i like it a lot! ~Me